So I might be actually doing something with myself non-coffeehouse related tonight. I was at the Willow House last night when one of the baristas handed me a flyer for a show (featuring bands with names like "Andrew Jackson Jihad") and told me that I was absolutely going. I balked a bit, at which point Cute!Barista turned around and explained that my lame excuses did not work and that I would be attending this show.
I should explain Cute!Barista. Cute!Barista is a really awesome Willow House employee who I flirt with incessantly and who flirts back, also incessantly. She's very cool, likes horror movies, and is originally from Iowa. She's about the only flirtation I allow, since it falls under the "Barista Will Not Date You" clause of the social coffeehouse contract, so I'm not in any fear of breaking my no-dating vow, which is running through to at least December 1st.
I did, however, make an ass of myself at that point and asked her if she was going, with the right amount of inflection that indicated that this was the deal-breaker. She deadpanned that she would, in fact, be there in a monkey costume doing a belly-dance. I can't tell if she was joking but I sure hope not. That is the hottest thing ever.
I'm still sort of back and forth about whether I'm actually going or not. I have this whole problem with large crowds. At 6'7", I always have the feeling that I'm sticking out, that everything I'm doing is being magnified. Being around that many people tends to make me extremely self-conscious. On the other hand, I've been looking to see a gig, so to speak, for ages.
We shall see.
I should explain Cute!Barista. Cute!Barista is a really awesome Willow House employee who I flirt with incessantly and who flirts back, also incessantly. She's very cool, likes horror movies, and is originally from Iowa. She's about the only flirtation I allow, since it falls under the "Barista Will Not Date You" clause of the social coffeehouse contract, so I'm not in any fear of breaking my no-dating vow, which is running through to at least December 1st.
I did, however, make an ass of myself at that point and asked her if she was going, with the right amount of inflection that indicated that this was the deal-breaker. She deadpanned that she would, in fact, be there in a monkey costume doing a belly-dance. I can't tell if she was joking but I sure hope not. That is the hottest thing ever.
I'm still sort of back and forth about whether I'm actually going or not. I have this whole problem with large crowds. At 6'7", I always have the feeling that I'm sticking out, that everything I'm doing is being magnified. Being around that many people tends to make me extremely self-conscious. On the other hand, I've been looking to see a gig, so to speak, for ages.
We shall see.
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:28 pm (UTC)Just a guess though.
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:05 pm (UTC)Become friends with a chic and wait two years. She may end up best friends with you and then dating may happen. Five years, she may end up being the one you marry. Ten years, you will be best friends again, only with more benefits. I can't tell you after that, not there yet.
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 11:58 pm (UTC)